Real Me

I let you in to read my diary.

Good morning to vulnerability. I will allow you to admire me.

I open my heart so you can read the writer.


Blinded by flesh I show the color of  heartstrings.

Do you hear the symphony?

The cover, distorted by those who touch and prod through dreams.

I covered up naked, but I lose the translation it seams.

You to proofread me.

Steal the copyrighted authorization. 

My thoughts free me! 

Open the table of contents to view the man in the mirror.

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